when you tryna chill but your siblings love annoyin you
Wake up darlings new finished novel-length obikin fic just dropped AND it's an historical au
Moonlight Serenade by lemon_sprinkles
I'm so excited for this one that I slowed my text to speech program down to make it take approx 18 hours instead of approx 15. Time to SAVOUR.
oh snap
Bonus:
Some dialogues are directly from discord server (especially Bonus Page 5). It's too funny to let it stays in the server so I decided to share with you all. I hope y'all enjoy! Thank you for reading!
Alternate ending of The Horse And The Infant;
Eurylochus: Captain. What is that
Odysseus, holding baby Astyanax, smiling: A gift from the gods! A boy for us to take back to Ithaca and for me to raise as my own. A token of our victory, if you will.
Polites: Not to doubt you, my friend and king, but is that not the baby the gods said you must kill?
Odysseus, with a slightly more strained smile: I am unsure what you mean, my friend. This is but a harmless babe.
Eurylochus: No, Captain, I remember Lord Zeus clearly saying he'll be the death of us all-
Odysseus, louder: I remember no such thing. Come, we must sail! Ithaca, my wife, my son, need us home.
Polites, to Eurylochus: Does he take us for blind?
Eurylochus: He takes us for loyal. Which we are, unfortunately.
honestly my hc for when Anakin uses a fake name is he picks the name of someone he loves (Kitster, Sheev, Obi-Wan, etc), and then he goes with like a different last name from someone else he loves, (Whitesun, Tano, Kenobi, Naberrie, etc)
anakin put on the spot: oh um shit yeah um my name is um sheev....kenobi
employee who asked for his name to put on his star wars starbucks coffee cup: ok
anakin now thinking about his ancient old buddy sheev marrying his best most handsomest buddy obi-wan: um actually can i get a do over
employee: on your drink order?
anakin: umm on my name
employee:
anakin, sweating and now picturing sheev and obi-wan's passionate yet tender wedding night: please
employee:
anakin:
obi-wan, standing next to him holding a cup with 'ben :) ' on it, picking up every thought in anakin's head because his shields are down and he is projecting into the force: please can he have a do-over.
One of my favorite underutilized bits of Star Wars worldbuilding is how feelings literally soak into the physical world around you, if you’re Force-sensitive. Sometimes in really awful ways–Maul’s rage is still radiating off the walls in the Theed hangar 30 years later, because nobody goes in there to put new feelings into the walls, Luke can still feel Rey’s imprint on the meditation stone on Ahch-To after she leaves, Anakin and Ahsoka can still hear the screams of the dying in the Jedi hangar after the bombing–but that would also be there in good ways. Imagine walking into the Room of a Thousand Fountains where you touch a stone bench where Master Yoda was just meditating on, you’re not even psychometric, you can just feel the warmth and calm he left behind while he sat there. Imagine walking into the the Temple gardens where a Jedi Master was watering their space azalea bushes and you can feel their contentment radiating off the walls. Imagine walking into the refectory and feeling last week’s younglings class’ excitement over their upcoming field trip, how golden and glowing it is in the Force. Imagine walking into the Jedi Temple aviary, where they keep their pet birds, hearing the gentle cooing of the convors, but also feeling the connection all the Jedi before you have had with these animals, the joy that’s been permeated into the floor and walls with how much they’ve loved their time spent there. Imagine how being a psychic space wizard that can soak feelings into the world around you would change how you interact with that physical world. Imagine how giving a river stone isn’t just giving a neat rock, but giving someone the ability to hold affection and care literally right there in your hand, because you focused on putting all those feelings into the rock beforehand. Imagine how art performances would change, if you’re psychic and your audience is psychic, how you can literally hand them feelings or sit them on a cushion that you put a specific feeling into it, when you get to the climatic part of your play. Imagine how being able to put feelings into physical objects and then hand them to someone would play out!!!!
I never realized this but Padme literally has a harem of women who are as awesome as her.
padme's handmaidens are such an underrated concept. i mean, yeah you can call it women supporting women and leave it at that but like. its so much more intense than that. they basically created the persona of queen amidala together. they assigned her specific mannerisms and tone of voice and breathing patterns and all of them studied that well enough to play the role perfectly. they put all of the derangedness teenage girls put into discovering their own identity into perfecting mimicry instead & they did all that knowing that their role will always be to die in padme's place if it comes to that. idk what insane levels of devotion does it take to be like 14 and you've become so intimately familiar with your friend that you can quite literally become her. there's friendship & traumabonding and then theres "my entire life is dedicated to dying for this woman" and then there's that but with added identity fuckery and thats what the handmaidens have going on with the bonus point of being 14
Somehow i imagine Al to have river otter while gets like. A honey badger or a big ass wasp or like a dire wolf. I dunno why but it fucking fits. Honey badger for their fite me energy (mongoose works too), wasp for being loners but ready to sting even if they have to die for it and a dire wolf because bigfuck loyal wolf gujna tear u apart but also dog.
Ed and Al deserve the most batshit box animals ever
I don’t know what they are yet, but Ed and Al deserve nothing but the most feral
Oh god they doooo
Can't lie though, my first thought of box animal for Ed was like "honey badger" but either way yeah they both deserve to have the most batshit of creatures
Wild Space by Karen Miller was a doozy